Funny stories worth sharing this week...
I was getting ready to put dinner on the table and I asked Nate to please sit down in his chair. He didn't respond but I could hear him still bouncing around near the table. So I asked again, in what must have been a more intense, firm voice. He responded with what was supposed to be under his breath, "Shoooo, you must be having a bad day." I couldn't get mad, I was laughing too hard. This is not something Scott & I say, so I'm assuming it is one of the phrases that his I'm-ever-so-thankful-they-come-to-work-everyday teachers say.
We were getting ready for school one morning and Nate found an empty canister of pretzels in the living room (where Scott had left it the night before - don't get me started.) All that was left was the wonderful, yummy salt. Scott says to Nate,"your mother loves that stuff." I hear some more murmurings, but go about my business. A few minutes later, Nate & I are brushing his teeth when he doubles over, looks at me with those "I'm gunna throw up" eyes and tells me his stomach hurts. I say, oh okay, whatever. I then proceed to hoist him up on our bed so we can put his clothes on. He grabs his stomach, looks at me, and pukes all over the bed. Fab. I ask him if he ate the salt. "Yes, mom." Scooooooottttttttt - did you let Nate eat the pretzel salt? Um...yes. Well, that probably wasn't a very good idea. Oh okay, he says, sorry.
And that my friends are just 2 of the stories from a day in the life of the Boyles.
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